Squandered Time

Squandered Time

It was night—you stopped to stare at the moon
The watchful orb was so bright—full and round
You always claimed you would be famous soon

You ripped the seat screeched noises out of tune
Your snarling filled the car possessed and bound
It was night—you stopped to stare at the moon

You said your dog days would repay a boon
As of yet though no payment could be found
You always claimed you would be famous soon

You clipped my heart—my life was your lagoon
Of blood—I watched the beast emerge astound
It was night—you stopped to stare at the moon

Across our squandered time I prayed for noon—
Why had sense left you?  Why’d you come unwound?
You always claimed you would be famous soon

I became the place where your pain was strewn
You sowed in my mind only seeds that wound
It was night—you stopped to stare at the moon
You always claimed you would be famous soon